12. Devout Worship #2
Quick with my shift, I tossed her left leg over my shoulder.
Weaving my right arm free, I drove my tongue into her ass right as I sank two fingers into her weeping core.
I pumped twice, massaging that tender spot inside her as my thumb dropped to settle on her clit.
Without wasting a second more, I tormented her sensitivities, and with the overstimulation that came with me worshipping nearly all of her, she came undone.
“Fuck, Alastair! Fuck, Alastair!”
Continuing my ministrations as her walls cinched around me, I flicked my tongue once more against her hole before pulling away. Digits still buried in her dampness, I peered down at her, a gruff rasp clinging to my voice. “There you go, beautiful. Fucking cum for me.”
“T-Too… Too much. Fuck, I-I… I can’t—”
“Yes,” I snarled, slowing my pace in her cunt slightly, “you can, and you will.”
“Alastair.” Her whine stretched on, body convulsing against my hold as tears welled in her eyes.
“You are godsdamned exquisite, stunning to the point you make me breathless, and I have you. Fall apart in my arms, darling. Break. Come undone. Allow this, allow me, to feast on your pleasure.” Slipping another finger inside her, the scream she released caused the coil of warmth in my abdomen to flicker with the desire for release.
“Listen to you sing for me. You are the most alluring symphony I’ve ever had the pleasure of listening to. ”
Dampness rolled down her cheeks, her back arching as her legs tensed. “O-Oh, gods—”
My uncontrolled growl cut her off. “I am your fucking god.”
She pulsed twice, threatening to draw my fingers deeper, and right before she did, I pulled away entirely. Arm and shoulder slipping from her legs, she collapsed against the bed as I revoked her privilege of a second orgasm.
Lids fluttering, she struggled to pull herself back from the high she’d neared once again. “W-What…? W-Why—?”
I found my belt and unfastened it with a simple flick.
Tucking my thumbs beneath my waistband, I shoved my trousers off.
My cock slapped against my stomach with resounding promise, and I wrapped my calloused palm around its girth, stroking myself to fight off the throbbing agony.
It pulsed beneath the pressure, and I knew damn well that once I was inside her, I would not last long.
Pitiful for me, potentially, but I would rather ensure she was pleased before considering myself. The number of times I’d cum just from taking my time with her was far more than I could count on one hand.
Stepping out of the fabric pooled at my ankles, I moved toward the bed once more.
A blissfulness cradled the woman who held my heart and soul, her blown-out stare finding me.
Tongue darting between her lips, she dipped her head just enough to catch all of me.
Not offering me a word, she rolled to her side before pushing herself up to kneel on the bed.
“On your back.” Running her fingers through her tight curls, she offered me a languid grin. “Let me ride you, love.”
Gods, I am a damned man.
I obeyed, shoulder blades settling into the feathered pillows.
The silken fabric wrapped around them chilled my skin, goosebumps forming as Leilani settled her palm over my heart and swung one leg over my hips.
She settled just beneath my cock, trailing her touch from my chest to just above my belly button.
As I rocked up into her, she smiled. “Do you want my wet cunt, Ace?”
“Fuck… Yes,” I groaned, grabbing at her thighs earnestly. “Please, Lani.”
No embarrassment came alongside my desperation; if anything, I wanted her to know just how pathetic she made me. Where most men of my caliber would hate the slimmest possibility of being seen as pitiful because of a woman, I had never given a damn.
If angels roamed our lands, I had tasted one, and I would revere her as long as the gods granted me the chance. If commitment and devotion made me feeble or wretched in my counterparts’ eyes, then so be it. The words could brand my skin, and I would still bow for her.
Leilani stroked along my jaw before gripping the strands at the base of my head. “Again.”
I knew her demand without her having to clarify. “Please—”
Before I could finish, she rose and did not offer me a single breath before sinking on my length.
Pleasure immediately swathed my senses, my low moan dancing with hers as she adjusted to my size.
Not allowing me another second beyond what she needed, she rolled her hips forward, and her walls tightened around me.
“Fuck, little fang, I’m not going to—”
Lips crashing into mine, she continued. I cursed into her mouth, her tongue welcoming mine as passion fused. Her kiss deepened as her pace increased, our union becoming more potent. Each rock forward urged that tightness in my abdomen to unfurl, and my toes curled in a pathetic attempt to fight it.
She must have felt me tense beneath her, because she drew back to whisper, “Fill me with your seed, Alastair, for there is no other man I wish to lay claim to me than you.”
My chin tipped, and just before another moan could escape me, she consumed it.
Tightening her hold on my hair, she yanked, and a dull pain rippled across my scalp.
She continued with lethal intention, each grind against me intensifying to the point I teetered on that edge.
All it took was her whimpered cry and the constriction of her walls—a second orgasm surging through her as I crested my own peak.
“Fuck,” I huffed against her mouth as our breaths became fused, my warmth meshing with hers.
My sensitivity built as she milked me of every ounce of my essence, and my skull cracked into the headboard as I unleashed another moan. With my cock quaking inside of her, her rocking slowed. She drew back just enough to look at me, concern filling her mocha eyes.
Stroking along the spot on my head that had greeted the unforgiving surface, she frowned. “Gods, Alastair. Are you trying to knock yourself unconscious?”
A laugh bubbled in my throat, and she was quick to join me.
With our joy, love, and longing mixing as one, I wrapped my arms around her and drew her closer.
Inhaling her scent, the horrors lingering in the back of my mind drifted to a state of nothingness.
And if only for a fraction of time, I settled into her and allowed myself the reprieve, because I was well aware of what was looming on the horizon.
War.